Thoughts In the Aether
Fire and Smoke

Fire and Smoke

Quiet Moments

There’s something
about turning on the furnace
for the first time of the season,
that quiet flow of air
and subtle smell of dust,
that finally lays to rest
all of summer’s dreams
and throws wide the doorways of my mind
to the full embrace of the autumn

Ceres
Roman Goddess of the harvest.

Ceres

Roman Goddess of the harvest.

In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Witches in the Stars

Witches in the Stars

Writing letters to my father
in the ink of memory
with whispers of the autumn moon
dark
and deep
and holy

Celebrating the Harvest Moon here in Appalachia.

Celebrating the Harvest Moon here in Appalachia.

'Tis the witching season

'Tis the witching season

hallelujah-hippo:

I count myself among the autumn people
this season is my joy

I embrace the golden days 
and chill night winds,
the thunder storms and racing clouds
found within this space

I revel in the colors
as green is covered over
in reds and yellows,
flame-like oranges
and sombre browns

I delight in stories,
in whispers in the dark
and memories of loved ones
now beyond this world

Here I find my breath,
my wonder and rejuvenation
too long stunted
by the searing summer heat

Keep your winter and your judgments,
your resurrection and your shame,
I will stay right here
savoring forever
the glory of the fall.

Today arrived with gray rain and soft September winds; reminded me of this.

Let’s make today a celebration!

Let’s make today a celebration!